Just A Season

The Byrds Just A Season written by Roger McGuinn/Jacques Levy

If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason

If all I was just passing time my life was just a season

Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely

I was young and there was no song that didn't sound appealing

I'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a train

And I'd look back at her standing in the rain

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Dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a river

Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're giving

I'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my face

And it's drinks for everybody in the place

If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason

If all I was just passing time my life was just a season

Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds and people going crazy

Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazing

I had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scar

It really wasn't hard to be a star

If all my days were hills to climb and circles without reason

If all I was just passing time my life was just a season

Copyright @ 1971 Blackwood Music Inc., Patian Music & Jackelope

Publishing Co.

>From the "Untitled" LP Columbia Records 1970